
monetpompo
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- Apr 21, 2025
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4 the monet heads that follow my page this is the album i'm listening to rn
it was my favorite album when i was a college freshman!!
"At least I'm not fucking random guys again" comes to mind in times of great despair. It's pretty much the only way to avoid sinking lower than I already have after getting into arguments with people close to me to make them hate me and then acting like I don't feel guilty about it by avoiding them instead of apologizing for getting upset at them. 20 seems so far from 18. I'm gaining weight more and I keep on wishing I could go back to 3 years ago so I could redo my freshman year of college so I don't fail all my beginner courses. All I did was jerk off when I was a freshman because my libido was at a all-time high and I was cripplingly lonely. My libido has noticeably lowered when I thought it would never go down, but I also think that's because I'm too anxious about never being worth anyone's time for them to have sex with me.
Being able to have sex with random, much older guys in the area didn't make me any better as a person and no one wanted to be friends with me just because I took my clothes off. It was an easy way to feel wanted, though. I could consent in the technical sense where I would say, "Yes, I want to have sex", but I could also distance myself from the part of my brain that never found any of the people I was having sex with attractive. In that sense, I didn't really deserve to actually date anyone or form real, human relationships. I could just have sex with people that wanted to have sex with me, that gave me a time and day, and said, "You're cute". Bare minimum, base line, rock bottom. Sex isn't all there is and hardly ever matters in the grand scheme of things. It actually makes your life worse if you're having casual sex when dealing with chronic depression, because you can't cope with something that makes you feel worse. It's so painful being ghosted. It's so painful being queer. I don't want to have sex if people tune out everything I say until I have sex again, but I'm also afraid of someone caring about me when they could leave just like the ones who used me for sex did. The latter, the ones who just wanted sex, end up being more simple and less frightening. Transient things don't matter, but things that stay longer do.
I have sex for the company. It's always been like that. It's not good company, because things get tangled if they don't stay simple. Even when things are simple, just having sex to have sex, it hurts when they leave you for someone else or when they stop having time for you. It's human nature to miss people and that's really awful, but it feels so cruel to look for random people to use because I want someone back in my life. I'm better off alone if all I do is self-destruct. There's hardly that much of a difference between virgin me and post-hookup me, besides more regret and a few people in town I hope I never meet again. I do think that virgins kind of stake a lot on getting laid for the first time. I got laid for the first time in the back of a guy's car, I was jittery and nervous and I thought it was suuuupper romantic because "A guy was kissing me and stuff!!". Thinking about it makes me embarrassed now. I guess I wouldn't have gotten laid before that, since I was too anxious to ever date people, but it led to such a toxic behavior pattern and even a change in my mindset. I kept on thinking on how I could get guys to bang me because I kept on wanting to feel important, even though I never would if I kept on having sex with guys to like myself. The feeling of having someone want to have sex with you feels better than sex itself, I think. One night, with someone I don't talk to anymore, I said "I don't want to be alone forever" because I couldn't sleep at night. I often had insomnia whenever I stayed over at anyone's place. I would just stare at the ceiling or sit on the side of the bed looking at my phone. He said, "You're not going to be alone forever". I think about it sometimes when I'm really lonely, where I felt afraid of being lonely when I was right next to someone. I felt like I could phase out of reality itself sometimes, since I didn't really exist to anyone at all. I hate when people are nice to me, because it makes me miss them. It makes me wish that everyone would just be mean to me so I never miss anyone again.
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